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lesyeuxvertsTitle: The minutes eat the hours
Author: lesyeuxverts00
Word Count: 300
Rating: PG-13
Pairing: Remus/Sirius
Prompt: #5 - The magic of first love is our ignorance that it can ever end. - Benjamin Disraeli
Warnings: No DH spoilers.
Disclaimer: Not mine.
Sirius paces, his feet lending weight to his thoughts. Each step is another stone in a mounting wall. Each morning, each moment – each wait is harder. His arms ache, empty without Remus.
Sirius has bandaged the wounds of the full moon, he has soothed the stings of rejection and despair. He has woken to a cold bed, his lover gone.
New shadows in his amber eyes, new scars – Remus has changed.
He no longer waits, sprawled on the bed or spread out on the table, naked and ready for Sirius to return to their flat. Instead, he makes tea and offers biscuits, licking the crumbs from Sirius's lips with an absent-minded love.
Sirius reaches the wall and turns – pacing eats up the minutes and the minutes eat the hours.
Sirius has silenced all the clocks. He has boiled the kettle dry and he has eaten all of the chocolate biscuits. Remus has not returned, and Sirius paces.
Peter hums – an off-key Muggle song, a pile of Order paperwork, a plate with a half-eaten sandwich – without words, he takes up half the silence in Sirius's flat.
They look up as the door opens – Peter is wide-eyed and silent, refusing to greet Remus. His words echo in Sirius - the spy, the traitor, - and they linger, a lump in his throat.
"Hello," Sirius says, his hands clasped behind his back.
"Sorry I'm late," Remus says. "I stopped to get takeout." He comes straight to Sirius, limping from the last moon and dripping from the storm.
Lips cold with rain, Remus kisses him. His kisses have not changed, and Sirius yields to him, his hands and lips and body.
Sirius presses him against the table, knocking Peter's papers to the floor. "Dinner can wait," he says. "Peter – see you later, all right?"
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Title: Necessary Words
Author: lesyeuxverts00
Word Count: 600
Rating: R
Pairing: Remus/Sirius
Prompt: #8, a last encounter
Warnings: No DH spoilers
Disclaimer: Not mine.
Remus pushed Sirius to his knees and held him there. A breath of air between them, a heartbeat hammering under his fingertips, Remus leaned closer. "Surrender," he said.
With a twist of muscle and tendon, a shift of mass and balance, Sirius changed to Padfoot, squirming out of Remus's grasp.
Remus caught him with a quick jinx, trapping him in place and binding his hands and feet before turning him back into a human. "Admit it," he said.
The accusation took the place of unnecessary words, washing all the hurt of their long silences and mistrust. Remus reached for Sirius, and in this silence – he believed.
"Fine." Sirius fell back, limp long enough to lure Remus into leaning over him. He thrust up and used his weight to roll Remus over, pinning him to the floor.
He caught Remus's earlobe between his teeth, soothing the hurt with kisses. "I'll admit that I left the dishes unwashed – if you admit that you like cleaning up after me."
"Your own mother doesn't like to clean up after you."
"You love me more than she does." Sirius swiped his tongue down Remus's throat to his collarbone, kissing his pulse.
"I do," Remus said. He fumbled with his wand, unbinding Sirius, and caught his hands in a tight grip. "That doesn't mean –
"Yes," he said, arching up as Sirius stroked him. "No, Sirius, you'll be late."
Sirius kissed him silent, unbuttoning his trousers. "Doesn't matter," he said between kisses. "Need you."
Peter Apparated to their flat and pounded on the door. "Sirius, we're late."
A few spells to the door, and Sirius bent over Remus, taking him into his mouth.
"You have to go." Buttoning up his trousers, Remus pushed him away.
Sirius pushed Remus flat against the floor, covering his body. Warm and hard – Remus struggled to thrust up against him, but Sirius held him still. "I have time for this."
They heard Peter's voice through the door, as distorted and muffled as light shining through water.
"Just think," Sirius said, "now you won't need a cold shower – you'll have time to wash those dishes."
"Prat." Remus flipped him over, fumbling with his buttons and kissing his breastbone. Sirius's heartbeat echoed through his lips, speeding as Remus grasped his cock.
They moved together, the rhythm familiar after all this time – the hitch of breath, the twist of Sirius's lips as he came close to the edge, the press of their lips together. "Remus," Sirius said as he came, and he was washed away in pleasure, all of his strut and swagger melted down until he was warm and pliant in Remus's arms.
Rutting against him, Remus pulled him closer – he bruised Sirius's mouth with the force of his kiss, biting Sirius's lips as he came.
They shared a moment wrapped in each other's arms, with the echo of their heartbeats spelling out all of the necessary words. Cautions and reminders and declarations passed between them, pressed from lip to lip in kisses, beating from breastbone to breastbone with a steady echo. Remus tightened his hold on Sirius while the pounding at the door grew louder.
Sirius made the two of them presentable with a few spells, Banishing their mess and straightening their clothes. "I have to go," he said, hesitating on the threshold.
Remus came to him then and leaned close for a last kiss, saying, "Remember, the dishes will be waiting for you tonight."
He let Sirius go. There was nothing more to be said – no injunctions of safety, no unnecessary words – it all passed between their lips, pressed into their kiss.
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Title: Overtures
Author: lesyeuxverts00
Word Count: 300
Rating: G
Pairing: pre James/Lily, Remus/Sirius, if you squint
Prompt: #13, "Swish and flick, remember, swish and flick. And saying the magic words properly is very important too." - Flitwick, PS/SS, Chapter 10
Warnings: None. No DH spoilers.
Disclaimer: Not mine.
There are loop-de-loops and Quidditch scores, caricatures and scribbles, all crowded together on a scrap of parchment, but there are no Charms notes. Remus pokes the parchment with his wand, and waits for it to flutter.
The next breath of air isn't strong enough to shift it, and Remus sticks his head out through the curtains. "Black?"
"Don't call him that," Potter says, flicking a dollop of ink at Remus. It hits his nose.
"Err – Sirius, your notes aren't very clear. Could you help me out here?"
Black throws himself onto the four-poster with all the enthusiasm of a wet dog, rolling around in the velvet curtains and screaming bloody murder. "Not clear," he says, "not clear."
Potter and Pettigrew pick up the refrain, and Remus pushes Black out of his bed, throwing the parchment after him. "Don't, then," he says.
"Don't," Pettigrew says. "Oh, don't. Is Lupin going to run off to Lily and beg for protection from the nasty, mean boys?"
Potter jabs him in the elbow, sparks flying from his wand to smolder in Pettigrew's robes. "Don't you say a word against her."
Black, sprawled out next to Remus's bed, grins up at him. "James and Lily are going to be married, you know."
He hoists himself up onto the bed, draping an arm around Remus's shoulders.
While Potter flops on his back, proclaiming his undying love, Black leans closer, his breath hot against Remus's neck. His finger stabs the parchment.
"Swish," he says, gesturing at the loop-de-loop, "and flick." He points out an angular scribble, and tightens his arm around Remus's shoulder. "It's easy – want to practice for the exam?"
Remus looks at him – the most luminous gray eyes he's ever seen, unclouded by mischief or malice.
"What's this, then?" He points at the next scribble.
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Title: The World Doesn't Matter
Author: lesyeuxverts00
Word Count: 400
Rating: PG-13
Pairing: Remus/Sirius
Prompt: 14 – from 'Passenger Seat' by Death Cab For Cutie.
Warnings: No DH spoilers
Disclaimer: Not mine. The title is taken from 'Passenger Seat.'
When James and Peter are soaking up the last of the sunshine and the last of the beer, Sirius leans towards Remus.
One hand outstretched, he says, "Come on, let's go for a ride."
"Not on that death wish," Remus says. He reaches for the picnic basket, where the grapes are under a cooling spell.
Crisp sweetness breaks open in his mouth, exploding on his tongue, perfect – he pelts Sirius with the rest of the grapes.
Sirius catches them in his mouth, twisting around until he falls headfirst into Remus's lap.
"Come on," he says, looking up at Remus. "I want to talk to you."
They leave Peter and James, Sirius pulling Remus over to the bike. Black and silver and sitting in the late sunlight, it's hot to the touch – Sirius cools it with a spell and pulls Remus up behind him.
"Hold on tight," he says, and Remus scoots back, putting more distance between their bodies.
"Sirius, this isn't a good idea."
"We're going to watch the sunset over the Thames."
With a magic rattle, the bike takes off. Remus slips back on the seat, almost falling, until Sirius twists around to catch him. Grasping his forearms, he pulls Remus close.
"Hold on tight, I said. Put your arms around me."
Remus leans into his broad back, chin digging into his shoulder, and closes his eyes. Sirius, the smell of leather, the steady rhythm of his breathing – even wind-chilled, Remus is too warm.
He shifts, putting a breath of space between them, and Sirius sends the bike forward with a jerk. Remus is pushed into Sirius, and they pick up speed.
When they reach London, the sun has set and the stars are laid out in their glittering dance.
"I wanted to –"
"There's a shooting star," Remus says, pinching his shoulder. "Look – make a wish."
Setting the bike to hover over the river, Sirius leans back against Remus. They rest together, the only warm things in the world.
Remus shivers in the night air and pulls away from Sirius. "Take me home, will you?"
Sirius twists around, pulling Remus closer. "Stop it, Moony."
"What?"
"Stop avoiding me." With a hand on the bike, an arm around Remus, Sirius bumps their lips together.
Sirius tastes like grapes and Butterbeer – Remus sighs, leaning into his embrace.
They soak up starlight and kisses, and Sirius takes Remus home at last.
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Title: Time Heals
Author: lesyeuxverts
Word Count: 400
Rating: PG-13
Pairing: Remus/Sirius
Prompt: #16, An Urban Guerilla
Warnings: None, no DH spoilers.
Disclaimer: Not mine.
Time crawls in the infirmary. The patient stitch of flesh onto flesh, the sluggish clotting of blood, the grind of bones forced back into position – everything mends. It happens through a haze of potions, it happens slowly.
Remus wakes to himself, the scab forming on his shoulder, the bruises numbed and learning to fade. Flesh stitched together, the pull of fresh scars – he turns, testing the limits.
There's no Madam Pomfrey to dose or comfort him, there are no sharp footsteps echoing through the ward.
Sirius is slumped at his bedside, knees drawn up to his chest and his hand on the bed. The light flickers over his face, the feather-light crinkles at the corners of his eyes and the curve of his lips. In his sleep, he frowns.
There's a bottle on the table, a painkiller labeled with Pomfrey's neat script – it's half-empty, out of his reach, and Remus shifts on the bed. His bones ache and he snaps a loose thread off the pillowcase.
Sirius wakes at the sound, turning his face up to Remus. "Moony?"
There's a pattern of creases on his face, lines drawn across his cheeks. Remus pushes him away.
"Get back to the dormitory before you're caught," he says.
Sirius leans toward Remus. "You've pushed me away, month after month. Let me make this easier for you."
He lies next to Remus, reaches over to put an arm around him – careful of the bandages, careful of the bruises, he presses a kiss to Remus's cheek. "You don't have to forgive me," he says. "Just let me help you."
There are weights in Remus's bones, and the bottle is not yet half-empty – he nudges Sirius with a sharp elbow, pointing to the painkiller. "Give me a swallow of that."
Sirius puts cold fingers to Remus's face, helps him hold the bottle and helps him swallow. Time crawls in the infirmary, and Remus's heart thuds in his chest. They touch for an instant, an eternity, a promise, and Sirius turns away at last to set the bottle back on the table.
"I am so sorry," he says, pillowing his head on Remus's shoulder, setting an arm around Remus. With careful hands, Sirius seeks out all the sore places, the closing scars in his flesh and the aches in his bones.
"I'm so very sorry." With his hands, Sirius speeds Remus's recovery, pushing him back into sleep.
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Title: When Bruises Matter
Author: lesyeuxverts
Word Count: 300
Rating: R
Pairing: Remus/Sirius, James/Lily
Prompt: #21, "One of the greatest difficulties in civil war is, that more art is required to know what should be concealed from our friends, than what ought to be done against our enemies."
Warnings: No DH spoilers.
Disclaimer: Not mine.
There are bruises on Remus's hips, rubbed raw by his stiff new trousers, and the handle of the blue teapot is cracked, and he sets the biscuits out on a clean plate. It's his first time having visitors in this flat, and there's no disguise for the shabbiness of it.
The daffodils that were gay and fresh in the market look bedraggled here, and the sunlight shows the cracks in the linoleum.
Sirius comes early and presses Remus against the counter for a kiss. "Everything set?"
"Yes, thanks."
They watch each other, and the silence weighs upon them. Sirius strokes a finger across Remus's hipbone, pressing bruises where the flesh is still tender, and when Remus gasps, he leans in for another kiss.
This is the language that they speak, heartbeat and fingers and tongues. They share breath when they cannot share words.
The bruises mean that Remus still matters to Sirius, and he never heals them.
Lily arrives, baby Harry in her arms, and James follows with a bag full of toys. "Isn't he perfect?"
"Beautiful," Remus says. He leans forward to touch the tiny fingers, and Harry gurgles at him.
"When was he born?"
Lily shifts the baby to her other hip, and James pulls out one of the chairs, scraping it against the torn linoleum and sitting backwards in it. He rests his chin on his hands, and Lily drops a kiss on his forehead, and neither of them look at Remus.
"We ... can't tell you that, mate."
"Dumbledore's orders," Sirius says, putting an arm around Remus's waist, fingers digging into the bruise.
"Right," Remus says. He moves away from Sirius's arm – he waits out the silence, and it's broken by the whistle of the teakettle, and Remus steps into the kitchen to heal his bruises.
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Title: Sirius's Day
Author: lesyeuxverts00
Word Count: 300
Rating: PG-13
Pairing: Remus/Sirius
Prompt: #28, "Deep summer is when laziness finds respectability." - Sam Keen
Warnings: no DH spoilers
Disclaimer: Not mine.
There was sunlight in Sirius's eyes, a steady brightness that brushed the past aside and sent the future fleeing – it was crystalline and pure, it was not enough. There was a ringing, strident echo laced with fear and vitriol that clung to him, even in the sunlight, even in Remus's arms.
Remus followed him down to the pond behind the Potter house, looking up from the path to watch the sway of his hips and the curve of denim over his arse. There was a promise, taut between them, filling the silence. This was Sirius's day, and Remus followed his lead.
Sirius flung himself face-first into the pond, landing with a splash that echoed through the woods. Standing knee-deep in the muddy water, he pushed his wet hair away from his forehead.
"Come in, Remus, the water's fine," he called. "There's nothing better than a swim on a day like today – don't you dare sit under that tree and take out a book. I'll come out there and drip over you."
With the wet hair brushed back, with the sunlight shining off the water to highlight his skin, there was nothing left. None of his mother's reprimands remained, none of his childhood's shadows, nothing but pure, clean sunlight and taut, unspoken promises.
A bead of water dripped down his face, round and fat on his lip – crystal-clear and perfect, Remus wanted to kiss it away. He wanted to wash Sirius in the light and dunk him in the pond and smile in his arms.
The past was brushed away by the sunlight, and the shadows and the demons were gone, and it was enough. Today was Sirius's day, and there was a promise unspoken between them. Remus took a step forward, shucking his shirt before joining him in the pool.
Title: Growing Up
Author: lesyeuxverts00
Word Count: 500
Rating: PG-13
Pairing: James/Lily, Remus/Sirius
Prompt: #29, "Have no fear of table-biting times." - Virgil, the Aeneid, Book III, 533.
Warnings: I didn't really understand the prompt, so this is a rather silly interpretation.
Disclaimer: Not mine.
Sirius stifled a laugh, his face pressed down into the mashed potatoes. Pulling him up by the scruff of his neck, James rescued him and held him still for Lily's Scourgify.
"Do grow up," she said, tapping her wand on the table.
Remus waited until she had turned back to Peter, and then he leaned close – close enough to feel the heat off Sirius's skin and smell the salt tang of his sweet.
"It was funny," Remus said into Sirius's ear, scooting closer to him, "but don't tell Lily that I'm not a grown-up either."
"All right," Sirius said, whispering the secret back to him, pressing it to him with fingers clasped under the table.
Sirius reached for his glass, tapping it with his fork and making the bubbles rise. "All right," he said.
"This is to James and Lily, on the momentous occasion that lies before them like an empty, gaping grave, the eve of the day on which they will both be dead to single life."
Remus joined Peter in a chorus of catcalls, thumping his glass on the table. The giddy, effervescent rise of bubbles in champagne, the gleam of light in Sirius's hair, the familiar twist of his smile – Remus gulped his champagne, stifling the lump in his throat.
"And so, on the eve of this travesty, it is our duty and pleasure as your nearest and dearest friends, to wish you all the best as you stumble and fall into marriage, that clanking cage, that social institution that has ruined many a night of drinking and revelry with friends."
Sirius glowed in the light, and still the shadows followed him, tracing every broad gesture of his hands and heightening the circles under his eyes.
"If you will not come down to the pub with us anymore," Sirius said, raising his glass to James, "then at least let us wish you the best of luck. May your garden never be infested with gnomes, may you never be short on contraceptive potions …"
Lily blushed, and Sirius toasted her while Peter sniggered.
"May you have no fear of table-biting times," Sirius said. "May you have the patience of an angel, James, and may you have the attention span of a toddler, Lily. May you both find something in each other that you've never found anywhere else … and may that something be great, all-surpassing, infinite joy."
Remus pulled Sirius back down into his chair, refilling his glass and nudging him. "Well done, Padfoot."
Sirius grinned, leaning close to whisper in his ear. "You reckon they'll kill us if we start a food fight now? Those mashed potatoes look eminently flingable."
"Probably," Remus said, his lips pressed against Sirius's warm ear. "Come down to the pub with me after, and I'll buy you a plate of chips. You can throw them anywhere you like."
Sirius bumped elbows with him, their secret kiss. "We won't be grown-ups yet," he said, and raised his glass to Remus with a smile.
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Title: Summer's Lover, School-Year Love
Author: lesyeuxverts00
Word Count: 300
Rating: PG-13
Pairing: Remus/Sirius
Prompt: #31
Disclaimer: Not mine.
AN: Sorry this is so late - I had a few rl issues crop up, and then my muse stubbornly refused to write the last prompt. She didn't want to believe that the month was over (and neither did I, come to mention it)... it was such a wonderful month, writing these prompts with you all! I had such a great time. :)
Overnight, the season had changed, and Sirius knew it when he woke, elbows sticking out of the too-narrow attic bed.
The changing of the season was in the tingling of his bones, the promise of mischief to be made. The changing of the season was in the weathervane banging of Mrs. Potter in the kitchen, iron pans rattling and the first fire of the year putting ashes in the air.
She'd call them down to breakfast and pack them off with their trunks, the Floo bursting open for them, the world falling open before them. The new year, the last year – Sirius rolled over, burying his face in his pillow.
The season had changed too soon – summer's lover was still here.
At the tread of light feet on the rickety staircase, and the creak of the door opening, Sirius closed his eyes. Between one heartbeat and the next, he held the moment.
Remus slipped into the narrow bed with him. Space shared was space doubled, and there was enough room.
Elbows and knees fit together like wood joined, carved to fit together and hold without nails or glue. A perfect fit – the clothes and covers between them were swept aside in the warmth of breath and heartbeat.
Remus pressed his lean body against Sirius, rasped a hand across his morning stubble, and kissed his ear. "Layabout, the train won't wait for you."
The season had changed. Sirius swept his summer lover up into his arms and charged down the stairs. They burst into the kitchen, and Mrs. Potter dropped her ladle, and James stared at them, gape-fish-mouthed.
"We're ready," Sirius said. He held his Remus close, his summer lover and his school-year love, his change of seasons and his soul in his arms, and stopped his squirming with a kiss.
Author: lesyeuxverts00
Word Count: 300
Rating: PG-13
Pairing: Remus/Sirius
Prompt: #5 - The magic of first love is our ignorance that it can ever end. - Benjamin Disraeli
Warnings: No DH spoilers.
Disclaimer: Not mine.
Sirius paces, his feet lending weight to his thoughts. Each step is another stone in a mounting wall. Each morning, each moment – each wait is harder. His arms ache, empty without Remus.
Sirius has bandaged the wounds of the full moon, he has soothed the stings of rejection and despair. He has woken to a cold bed, his lover gone.
New shadows in his amber eyes, new scars – Remus has changed.
He no longer waits, sprawled on the bed or spread out on the table, naked and ready for Sirius to return to their flat. Instead, he makes tea and offers biscuits, licking the crumbs from Sirius's lips with an absent-minded love.
Sirius reaches the wall and turns – pacing eats up the minutes and the minutes eat the hours.
Sirius has silenced all the clocks. He has boiled the kettle dry and he has eaten all of the chocolate biscuits. Remus has not returned, and Sirius paces.
Peter hums – an off-key Muggle song, a pile of Order paperwork, a plate with a half-eaten sandwich – without words, he takes up half the silence in Sirius's flat.
They look up as the door opens – Peter is wide-eyed and silent, refusing to greet Remus. His words echo in Sirius - the spy, the traitor, - and they linger, a lump in his throat.
"Hello," Sirius says, his hands clasped behind his back.
"Sorry I'm late," Remus says. "I stopped to get takeout." He comes straight to Sirius, limping from the last moon and dripping from the storm.
Lips cold with rain, Remus kisses him. His kisses have not changed, and Sirius yields to him, his hands and lips and body.
Sirius presses him against the table, knocking Peter's papers to the floor. "Dinner can wait," he says. "Peter – see you later, all right?"
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Title: Necessary Words
Author: lesyeuxverts00
Word Count: 600
Rating: R
Pairing: Remus/Sirius
Prompt: #8, a last encounter
Warnings: No DH spoilers
Disclaimer: Not mine.
Remus pushed Sirius to his knees and held him there. A breath of air between them, a heartbeat hammering under his fingertips, Remus leaned closer. "Surrender," he said.
With a twist of muscle and tendon, a shift of mass and balance, Sirius changed to Padfoot, squirming out of Remus's grasp.
Remus caught him with a quick jinx, trapping him in place and binding his hands and feet before turning him back into a human. "Admit it," he said.
The accusation took the place of unnecessary words, washing all the hurt of their long silences and mistrust. Remus reached for Sirius, and in this silence – he believed.
"Fine." Sirius fell back, limp long enough to lure Remus into leaning over him. He thrust up and used his weight to roll Remus over, pinning him to the floor.
He caught Remus's earlobe between his teeth, soothing the hurt with kisses. "I'll admit that I left the dishes unwashed – if you admit that you like cleaning up after me."
"Your own mother doesn't like to clean up after you."
"You love me more than she does." Sirius swiped his tongue down Remus's throat to his collarbone, kissing his pulse.
"I do," Remus said. He fumbled with his wand, unbinding Sirius, and caught his hands in a tight grip. "That doesn't mean –
"Yes," he said, arching up as Sirius stroked him. "No, Sirius, you'll be late."
Sirius kissed him silent, unbuttoning his trousers. "Doesn't matter," he said between kisses. "Need you."
Peter Apparated to their flat and pounded on the door. "Sirius, we're late."
A few spells to the door, and Sirius bent over Remus, taking him into his mouth.
"You have to go." Buttoning up his trousers, Remus pushed him away.
Sirius pushed Remus flat against the floor, covering his body. Warm and hard – Remus struggled to thrust up against him, but Sirius held him still. "I have time for this."
They heard Peter's voice through the door, as distorted and muffled as light shining through water.
"Just think," Sirius said, "now you won't need a cold shower – you'll have time to wash those dishes."
"Prat." Remus flipped him over, fumbling with his buttons and kissing his breastbone. Sirius's heartbeat echoed through his lips, speeding as Remus grasped his cock.
They moved together, the rhythm familiar after all this time – the hitch of breath, the twist of Sirius's lips as he came close to the edge, the press of their lips together. "Remus," Sirius said as he came, and he was washed away in pleasure, all of his strut and swagger melted down until he was warm and pliant in Remus's arms.
Rutting against him, Remus pulled him closer – he bruised Sirius's mouth with the force of his kiss, biting Sirius's lips as he came.
They shared a moment wrapped in each other's arms, with the echo of their heartbeats spelling out all of the necessary words. Cautions and reminders and declarations passed between them, pressed from lip to lip in kisses, beating from breastbone to breastbone with a steady echo. Remus tightened his hold on Sirius while the pounding at the door grew louder.
Sirius made the two of them presentable with a few spells, Banishing their mess and straightening their clothes. "I have to go," he said, hesitating on the threshold.
Remus came to him then and leaned close for a last kiss, saying, "Remember, the dishes will be waiting for you tonight."
He let Sirius go. There was nothing more to be said – no injunctions of safety, no unnecessary words – it all passed between their lips, pressed into their kiss.
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Title: Overtures
Author: lesyeuxverts00
Word Count: 300
Rating: G
Pairing: pre James/Lily, Remus/Sirius, if you squint
Prompt: #13, "Swish and flick, remember, swish and flick. And saying the magic words properly is very important too." - Flitwick, PS/SS, Chapter 10
Warnings: None. No DH spoilers.
Disclaimer: Not mine.
There are loop-de-loops and Quidditch scores, caricatures and scribbles, all crowded together on a scrap of parchment, but there are no Charms notes. Remus pokes the parchment with his wand, and waits for it to flutter.
The next breath of air isn't strong enough to shift it, and Remus sticks his head out through the curtains. "Black?"
"Don't call him that," Potter says, flicking a dollop of ink at Remus. It hits his nose.
"Err – Sirius, your notes aren't very clear. Could you help me out here?"
Black throws himself onto the four-poster with all the enthusiasm of a wet dog, rolling around in the velvet curtains and screaming bloody murder. "Not clear," he says, "not clear."
Potter and Pettigrew pick up the refrain, and Remus pushes Black out of his bed, throwing the parchment after him. "Don't, then," he says.
"Don't," Pettigrew says. "Oh, don't. Is Lupin going to run off to Lily and beg for protection from the nasty, mean boys?"
Potter jabs him in the elbow, sparks flying from his wand to smolder in Pettigrew's robes. "Don't you say a word against her."
Black, sprawled out next to Remus's bed, grins up at him. "James and Lily are going to be married, you know."
He hoists himself up onto the bed, draping an arm around Remus's shoulders.
While Potter flops on his back, proclaiming his undying love, Black leans closer, his breath hot against Remus's neck. His finger stabs the parchment.
"Swish," he says, gesturing at the loop-de-loop, "and flick." He points out an angular scribble, and tightens his arm around Remus's shoulder. "It's easy – want to practice for the exam?"
Remus looks at him – the most luminous gray eyes he's ever seen, unclouded by mischief or malice.
"What's this, then?" He points at the next scribble.
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Title: The World Doesn't Matter
Author: lesyeuxverts00
Word Count: 400
Rating: PG-13
Pairing: Remus/Sirius
Prompt: 14 – from 'Passenger Seat' by Death Cab For Cutie.
Warnings: No DH spoilers
Disclaimer: Not mine. The title is taken from 'Passenger Seat.'
When James and Peter are soaking up the last of the sunshine and the last of the beer, Sirius leans towards Remus.
One hand outstretched, he says, "Come on, let's go for a ride."
"Not on that death wish," Remus says. He reaches for the picnic basket, where the grapes are under a cooling spell.
Crisp sweetness breaks open in his mouth, exploding on his tongue, perfect – he pelts Sirius with the rest of the grapes.
Sirius catches them in his mouth, twisting around until he falls headfirst into Remus's lap.
"Come on," he says, looking up at Remus. "I want to talk to you."
They leave Peter and James, Sirius pulling Remus over to the bike. Black and silver and sitting in the late sunlight, it's hot to the touch – Sirius cools it with a spell and pulls Remus up behind him.
"Hold on tight," he says, and Remus scoots back, putting more distance between their bodies.
"Sirius, this isn't a good idea."
"We're going to watch the sunset over the Thames."
With a magic rattle, the bike takes off. Remus slips back on the seat, almost falling, until Sirius twists around to catch him. Grasping his forearms, he pulls Remus close.
"Hold on tight, I said. Put your arms around me."
Remus leans into his broad back, chin digging into his shoulder, and closes his eyes. Sirius, the smell of leather, the steady rhythm of his breathing – even wind-chilled, Remus is too warm.
He shifts, putting a breath of space between them, and Sirius sends the bike forward with a jerk. Remus is pushed into Sirius, and they pick up speed.
When they reach London, the sun has set and the stars are laid out in their glittering dance.
"I wanted to –"
"There's a shooting star," Remus says, pinching his shoulder. "Look – make a wish."
Setting the bike to hover over the river, Sirius leans back against Remus. They rest together, the only warm things in the world.
Remus shivers in the night air and pulls away from Sirius. "Take me home, will you?"
Sirius twists around, pulling Remus closer. "Stop it, Moony."
"What?"
"Stop avoiding me." With a hand on the bike, an arm around Remus, Sirius bumps their lips together.
Sirius tastes like grapes and Butterbeer – Remus sighs, leaning into his embrace.
They soak up starlight and kisses, and Sirius takes Remus home at last.
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Title: Time Heals
Author: lesyeuxverts
Word Count: 400
Rating: PG-13
Pairing: Remus/Sirius
Prompt: #16, An Urban Guerilla
Warnings: None, no DH spoilers.
Disclaimer: Not mine.
Time crawls in the infirmary. The patient stitch of flesh onto flesh, the sluggish clotting of blood, the grind of bones forced back into position – everything mends. It happens through a haze of potions, it happens slowly.
Remus wakes to himself, the scab forming on his shoulder, the bruises numbed and learning to fade. Flesh stitched together, the pull of fresh scars – he turns, testing the limits.
There's no Madam Pomfrey to dose or comfort him, there are no sharp footsteps echoing through the ward.
Sirius is slumped at his bedside, knees drawn up to his chest and his hand on the bed. The light flickers over his face, the feather-light crinkles at the corners of his eyes and the curve of his lips. In his sleep, he frowns.
There's a bottle on the table, a painkiller labeled with Pomfrey's neat script – it's half-empty, out of his reach, and Remus shifts on the bed. His bones ache and he snaps a loose thread off the pillowcase.
Sirius wakes at the sound, turning his face up to Remus. "Moony?"
There's a pattern of creases on his face, lines drawn across his cheeks. Remus pushes him away.
"Get back to the dormitory before you're caught," he says.
Sirius leans toward Remus. "You've pushed me away, month after month. Let me make this easier for you."
He lies next to Remus, reaches over to put an arm around him – careful of the bandages, careful of the bruises, he presses a kiss to Remus's cheek. "You don't have to forgive me," he says. "Just let me help you."
There are weights in Remus's bones, and the bottle is not yet half-empty – he nudges Sirius with a sharp elbow, pointing to the painkiller. "Give me a swallow of that."
Sirius puts cold fingers to Remus's face, helps him hold the bottle and helps him swallow. Time crawls in the infirmary, and Remus's heart thuds in his chest. They touch for an instant, an eternity, a promise, and Sirius turns away at last to set the bottle back on the table.
"I am so sorry," he says, pillowing his head on Remus's shoulder, setting an arm around Remus. With careful hands, Sirius seeks out all the sore places, the closing scars in his flesh and the aches in his bones.
"I'm so very sorry." With his hands, Sirius speeds Remus's recovery, pushing him back into sleep.
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Title: When Bruises Matter
Author: lesyeuxverts
Word Count: 300
Rating: R
Pairing: Remus/Sirius, James/Lily
Prompt: #21, "One of the greatest difficulties in civil war is, that more art is required to know what should be concealed from our friends, than what ought to be done against our enemies."
Warnings: No DH spoilers.
Disclaimer: Not mine.
There are bruises on Remus's hips, rubbed raw by his stiff new trousers, and the handle of the blue teapot is cracked, and he sets the biscuits out on a clean plate. It's his first time having visitors in this flat, and there's no disguise for the shabbiness of it.
The daffodils that were gay and fresh in the market look bedraggled here, and the sunlight shows the cracks in the linoleum.
Sirius comes early and presses Remus against the counter for a kiss. "Everything set?"
"Yes, thanks."
They watch each other, and the silence weighs upon them. Sirius strokes a finger across Remus's hipbone, pressing bruises where the flesh is still tender, and when Remus gasps, he leans in for another kiss.
This is the language that they speak, heartbeat and fingers and tongues. They share breath when they cannot share words.
The bruises mean that Remus still matters to Sirius, and he never heals them.
Lily arrives, baby Harry in her arms, and James follows with a bag full of toys. "Isn't he perfect?"
"Beautiful," Remus says. He leans forward to touch the tiny fingers, and Harry gurgles at him.
"When was he born?"
Lily shifts the baby to her other hip, and James pulls out one of the chairs, scraping it against the torn linoleum and sitting backwards in it. He rests his chin on his hands, and Lily drops a kiss on his forehead, and neither of them look at Remus.
"We ... can't tell you that, mate."
"Dumbledore's orders," Sirius says, putting an arm around Remus's waist, fingers digging into the bruise.
"Right," Remus says. He moves away from Sirius's arm – he waits out the silence, and it's broken by the whistle of the teakettle, and Remus steps into the kitchen to heal his bruises.
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Title: Sirius's Day
Author: lesyeuxverts00
Word Count: 300
Rating: PG-13
Pairing: Remus/Sirius
Prompt: #28, "Deep summer is when laziness finds respectability." - Sam Keen
Warnings: no DH spoilers
Disclaimer: Not mine.
There was sunlight in Sirius's eyes, a steady brightness that brushed the past aside and sent the future fleeing – it was crystalline and pure, it was not enough. There was a ringing, strident echo laced with fear and vitriol that clung to him, even in the sunlight, even in Remus's arms.
Remus followed him down to the pond behind the Potter house, looking up from the path to watch the sway of his hips and the curve of denim over his arse. There was a promise, taut between them, filling the silence. This was Sirius's day, and Remus followed his lead.
Sirius flung himself face-first into the pond, landing with a splash that echoed through the woods. Standing knee-deep in the muddy water, he pushed his wet hair away from his forehead.
"Come in, Remus, the water's fine," he called. "There's nothing better than a swim on a day like today – don't you dare sit under that tree and take out a book. I'll come out there and drip over you."
With the wet hair brushed back, with the sunlight shining off the water to highlight his skin, there was nothing left. None of his mother's reprimands remained, none of his childhood's shadows, nothing but pure, clean sunlight and taut, unspoken promises.
A bead of water dripped down his face, round and fat on his lip – crystal-clear and perfect, Remus wanted to kiss it away. He wanted to wash Sirius in the light and dunk him in the pond and smile in his arms.
The past was brushed away by the sunlight, and the shadows and the demons were gone, and it was enough. Today was Sirius's day, and there was a promise unspoken between them. Remus took a step forward, shucking his shirt before joining him in the pool.
Title: Growing Up
Author: lesyeuxverts00
Word Count: 500
Rating: PG-13
Pairing: James/Lily, Remus/Sirius
Prompt: #29, "Have no fear of table-biting times." - Virgil, the Aeneid, Book III, 533.
Warnings: I didn't really understand the prompt, so this is a rather silly interpretation.
Disclaimer: Not mine.
Sirius stifled a laugh, his face pressed down into the mashed potatoes. Pulling him up by the scruff of his neck, James rescued him and held him still for Lily's Scourgify.
"Do grow up," she said, tapping her wand on the table.
Remus waited until she had turned back to Peter, and then he leaned close – close enough to feel the heat off Sirius's skin and smell the salt tang of his sweet.
"It was funny," Remus said into Sirius's ear, scooting closer to him, "but don't tell Lily that I'm not a grown-up either."
"All right," Sirius said, whispering the secret back to him, pressing it to him with fingers clasped under the table.
Sirius reached for his glass, tapping it with his fork and making the bubbles rise. "All right," he said.
"This is to James and Lily, on the momentous occasion that lies before them like an empty, gaping grave, the eve of the day on which they will both be dead to single life."
Remus joined Peter in a chorus of catcalls, thumping his glass on the table. The giddy, effervescent rise of bubbles in champagne, the gleam of light in Sirius's hair, the familiar twist of his smile – Remus gulped his champagne, stifling the lump in his throat.
"And so, on the eve of this travesty, it is our duty and pleasure as your nearest and dearest friends, to wish you all the best as you stumble and fall into marriage, that clanking cage, that social institution that has ruined many a night of drinking and revelry with friends."
Sirius glowed in the light, and still the shadows followed him, tracing every broad gesture of his hands and heightening the circles under his eyes.
"If you will not come down to the pub with us anymore," Sirius said, raising his glass to James, "then at least let us wish you the best of luck. May your garden never be infested with gnomes, may you never be short on contraceptive potions …"
Lily blushed, and Sirius toasted her while Peter sniggered.
"May you have no fear of table-biting times," Sirius said. "May you have the patience of an angel, James, and may you have the attention span of a toddler, Lily. May you both find something in each other that you've never found anywhere else … and may that something be great, all-surpassing, infinite joy."
Remus pulled Sirius back down into his chair, refilling his glass and nudging him. "Well done, Padfoot."
Sirius grinned, leaning close to whisper in his ear. "You reckon they'll kill us if we start a food fight now? Those mashed potatoes look eminently flingable."
"Probably," Remus said, his lips pressed against Sirius's warm ear. "Come down to the pub with me after, and I'll buy you a plate of chips. You can throw them anywhere you like."
Sirius bumped elbows with him, their secret kiss. "We won't be grown-ups yet," he said, and raised his glass to Remus with a smile.
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Title: Summer's Lover, School-Year Love
Author: lesyeuxverts00
Word Count: 300
Rating: PG-13
Pairing: Remus/Sirius
Prompt: #31
Disclaimer: Not mine.
AN: Sorry this is so late - I had a few rl issues crop up, and then my muse stubbornly refused to write the last prompt. She didn't want to believe that the month was over (and neither did I, come to mention it)... it was such a wonderful month, writing these prompts with you all! I had such a great time. :)
Overnight, the season had changed, and Sirius knew it when he woke, elbows sticking out of the too-narrow attic bed.
The changing of the season was in the tingling of his bones, the promise of mischief to be made. The changing of the season was in the weathervane banging of Mrs. Potter in the kitchen, iron pans rattling and the first fire of the year putting ashes in the air.
She'd call them down to breakfast and pack them off with their trunks, the Floo bursting open for them, the world falling open before them. The new year, the last year – Sirius rolled over, burying his face in his pillow.
The season had changed too soon – summer's lover was still here.
At the tread of light feet on the rickety staircase, and the creak of the door opening, Sirius closed his eyes. Between one heartbeat and the next, he held the moment.
Remus slipped into the narrow bed with him. Space shared was space doubled, and there was enough room.
Elbows and knees fit together like wood joined, carved to fit together and hold without nails or glue. A perfect fit – the clothes and covers between them were swept aside in the warmth of breath and heartbeat.
Remus pressed his lean body against Sirius, rasped a hand across his morning stubble, and kissed his ear. "Layabout, the train won't wait for you."
The season had changed. Sirius swept his summer lover up into his arms and charged down the stairs. They burst into the kitchen, and Mrs. Potter dropped her ladle, and James stared at them, gape-fish-mouthed.
"We're ready," Sirius said. He held his Remus close, his summer lover and his school-year love, his change of seasons and his soul in his arms, and stopped his squirming with a kiss.
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Date: 2007-10-27 12:21 am (UTC)